Author: Denise

(Monday, February 13, 2017)

This dream takes place in the evening, in an outdoor amphitheater, like Alpine Valley. A play or movie is being presented on stage. People are relaxing on the grass, eating and drinking together. The soundtrack for the visual presentation is Beatles music. I am an organizer of the event and I have been able to provide the instruments the Beatles used to record these tunes, which is inspiring the musicians in the audience. People are allowed to play the instruments but they must use museum gloves. The gloves have been hand-knit using very soft pastel yarns, like baby booties or the Pink Pussy hats at the Women’s March.

There is a tall brick wall behind the crowd. Some people have been mounting artful, playful 3D signs on the wall. Other organizers are a bit upset that I have not controlled the crowd’s free-wheeling expression. I dismiss such silly concerns.

Day notes:

An email survey arrived today from the IASD, asking us to vote on a location for the 2018 conference: Concord CA or Paradise Valley AZ. Of course I voted for Paradise Valley.

Adam’s wife Susan made this soft Pink Pussy hat for me (a small precognitive element to this dream). My Valentine’s present from him today.

(Saturday, February 11, 2017) full moon Virgo / tarot Lovers

Today I head to St. Paul for a full-day session of breath work and sound healing with Terri.

I remember part of a larger dream that takes place near a river, the St. Croix (Stillwater) or Minnesota (Mendota) or Mississippi (Wabasha). Three Rivers? I have dreamt in this place before.

I stand at the outside edge of a square-walled reception area. I have been walking about it slowly. All four corners. An Indian man with a stern, direct gaze stands near me. We have been having a conversation. Standing Rock? I do not remember his words. I wish I did.

(Friday, February 10, 2017) Snow Moon penumbral eclipse in Leo / tarot three of wands reversed

I have not been sleeping well. Last night was very restful and contained many dreams.

Dream 1:

I observe myself as a wall-hanging sculpture, actually part of the grey plaster wall. Not hanging on the surface but immersed in the liminal space between outer and inner. My facial expression is strong and intense. My body moves in an active, dancing manner, a bit like a puppet on a string.

Dream 2:

I am at the dream conference, outside a large warehouse-style building. Storehouse. I enter and walk up to the second level. Bernie Sanders walks in after me, kicking something hard against the tall old wooden baseboards and a low bookcase that sits in a corner against the wall. Kicking his base? His anger is justified.

Dream 3:

I wake up at 8 in my childhood home. Time for work? No. I am late for class. I rush into the shower but the water pressure is affected by someone using the shower in the floor below. I head to an English class at the red brick Fridley High School. Walter from the IASD is my classmate. I receive no university credits for this continuing education so it seems a worthless investment of my time and money.

Dream 4:

I have a new lover who is famous and very accomplished in the waking world. My skill sets in the realm of business, ego and day-to-day reality have always been extremely weak. Highly flawed. I am quite shocked by the depth of his passion for me. By his protectiveness.